Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.